Where'd you get those words?

I can't say (write) it enough, but Turner's vocabulary is that of my students most days. I mean that as a compliment to my son, who seriously is more well-spoken than my first-year, Southern California, half-naked 18 year olds! Anyway, he really has a lot to say.

We are leaving school yesterday and we come into the lobby to see Jo, the preschool's director. She says, "Well hello Turner" in her super, sweet way. Turner, without missing a beat, drops my hand, walks to her desk and says, "Well hello Jo." This is their conversation.

She smiles. "Turner, I just love all your words."
"Uh huh"
"Where'd you get all those great words."
"Yeah"
I interject..."Did you get them in library?"
He exclaims with that grin he has when he knows the answer to your question. "Books! I get 'em from books."
"Wow." Ms. Jo replies.
"Turner, can you tell Jo where we are going?"
"My special treat."
"You're getting a special treat today?"
"Ice Cream!" (Thanks to Chiara who sent me a Coldstone Creamery gift card to fuel my addiction since $4.00 ice cream is no longer in our budget; I'm always happy to share an ice cream experience with my favorite boy)
Again, I intercede "Good rewards for good boys."
"Well" Jo directs her attention back to Turner, "you must get a special treat everyday."
"Yep." Turner grabs my hand to pull me to the door.
I offer a quick "Yep. But it isn't always ice cream."

We retire to the ice cream store where he tells me all about his day. Everyday I pick him up we have an hour or so to ourselves just so I can hear all about his day. This is the way I keep my sanity and put at bay the guilt I feel for sending him off to preschool for too many hours out of the day. It is my favorite hour of the entire day. Yesterday we elongated our time by turning to sidewalk chalk and pictures of dolphins and butterflies (the animals of the week...again). He is still loving fish, but only if they are "really, REALLY big."